Originally posted on August 20, 2010
If you heard a disturbingly loud moan coming from the Western part of the nation this afternoon, it was probably me after sampling this week’s drink. Yes, perhaps I become too intimately involved with my cocktails, but…
Oh. Dear. Lord. This is a good one.
And, boy, do I ever need it. It’s been one of Those Weeks. You know about Those Weeks. This week was marked with a fussy, feverish baby whose immune system was fighting off the effects of the MMR vaccine — yeah, the poor thing could probably use a cocktail, too, but Cheerios will have to suffice — and who has entered the ol’ “separation anxiety” phase, refusing to leave my side for even one second. If I so much as think about going to the bathroom by myself, she SCREEEAAAMS.
*SIGH* What is it with chicks always wanting to go to the bathroom with other chicks? This is why I de-sisterized from my college sorority.
And here is why I joined a sorority in the first place: access to good alcohol.
STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE MARTINI
- 1.25 oz. Stoli Strasberi (which I could not find, so I used Strawberry Smirnoff instead)
- 1.25 oz. Chambord
- 1.25 oz. Baileys
- A dash of cream (for which I substituted Skye’s whole milk… hey, it’s not like she needs the calcium, right?)
- Graham Crackers
Shake all (liquid) ingredients with ice. Strain into a martini glass. Instead of graham crackers, I bought a graham cracker crust and used a peeler along the edges, which yielded the same result as crushing it — then rimmed the glass with the crust. I may or may not have also stuck my finger in that crushed crust and licked it off like a five-year-old. Garnish the glass with a strawberry and…
… Sneak into a bathroom by yourself, quickly close the door behind you, oh-so-leisurely sip your drink, and ignore your toddler’s cries outside the door. Happy TGIF.